A belle was studying rice paper for a Confucian robe man in his thirties, and sighed when she heard the heavy losses of the five-scattered people and the top ten elders.
"You can’t blame the beggar’s gang for not having enough luck, but you should carefully arrange and take care of their families." The man picked up a lot from the penholder. "We have gone back to the western regions for many times to fight, and we have set up channels for food, weapons and horses. We have carefully trained 100 elite brothers in the training place before, and we will soon be able to bring new equipment and food to show thousands of NINEONE scales."
There was a fiery look in the black French king’s eyes. He knew that the man in front of him was by no means a liar. Now that he said that, at least he had achieved what he had planned.
Wandi, what scale is that? Dominating Wulin is almost just around the corner
And this is still the initial stage, and it will be seen in a year or two.
"What we lack most now is wealth." The ink has been developed into a Confucian robe. The man smiled at his wife and dipped in ink. "Previously, I had asked Redjade and them to verify the authenticity of Jianwen treasure and confirmed that the news had been returned."
"The treasure map you want is a success." The black French king couldn’t help but pick up the words and immediately said with shame, "It’s a pity that something went wrong here."
"I already said I can’t blame you."
The word ""was written on the paper of the Confucian robe, and the meaning of the word was pale and the ink was dripping and domineering.
"Presumably, when God wants me to think about it, I can’t just plot it."
"Then I’ll teach, no"
The man suddenly cut the paper in half with a soft brush, and the word ""was divided into one day and one month, and the paper was spread to both sides like Dapeng spreading its wings.
He looked at the new name and smiled and swept down the peach blossoms all over the tree, like heavy snow and Changfeng pushing flowers outside the door and falling all over the black French king.
The black French king looked piously.
Listen-
"Then I, Fan Changan, the Sun and Moon Shintoism, will give they nest this good thing and make a sensation in Wulin."
Chapter 11 Buddha Bet on a Covenant
About an hour before dawn, Fang Yunhan left Dongting Lake by boat, took the beggar’s brother and moved to the steed, and immediately rode and whipped from the official road.
He didn’t have much chance to get in touch with horses in his previous life, and he has been terminally ill since he was twelve years old, and he hasn’t learned riding in Luohoufu.
But now he has a good sense of balance when he is tall and skilled, and he can finally sit still when the horse is bumpy.
There’s no risk of falling off a horse, so just whip up and speed up.
In the early hours of the morning, there was no one on the road who could gallop like this. By dawn, he could already see the gate of ideal city.
It’s a long way from Yueyang North to Beijing, more than two thousand miles away, so we can’t be anxious.
Moreover, Fang Yunhan also needs to give those people in the dark a little bit. He has to leave too quickly and dump them completely, which is not conducive to continuing to brush the popularity promotion progress bar.
So when he got to the city, he waited until the gate opened and the horse led the reins into the city.
At this time, there is no street for street vendors to set up stalls to sell things, but those shops and restaurants have put door panels and opened the doors to welcome guests. Some small two guys poked around at the door with towels in their hands.
However, Fang Yunhan led the horse by, but no one came to attract customers. Fang Yunhan paid close attention to it and found that these people were a little nervous without knowing it.
He thought about it, looked for the restaurant with the largest store, approached it and called the guy over.
The guy looked around for a few times before stepping over the threshold and approaching, "Do you want to stay or stay?"
Fang Yunhan took a few coppers from the beggar’s gang and threw them to him. "I was passing by, but I feel the atmosphere in this street is a little strange. Is something wrong?" Tell me about it. "
Dude took the coin neatly and took it from his sleeve and smiled. "It’s very generous of you, guest officer. It’s not a secret. I’ll give you a good talk."
It turns out that there is a rich gentleman in this city. His family is rich. Sometimes he hoards goods and lives in a strange place. Sometimes he is a qualified businessman by selling cheaply and promoting small profits. However, compared with ordinary businessmen, this person has one of his biggest quirks: he likes to collect all kinds of Buddha statues.
Whether it’s big or small gold and copper ornaments or pendants, if he wants to see them, he must want to get them.
Last year, Beiye Temple in the north of the city spent a lot of money to invite a bronze statue that is said to be Shaolin’s over-polished. When this master Wang saw it at first sight, it took him a whole year to get this treasure from the abbot of Beiye Temple.
Three days ago, Master Wang invited squire guests from all walks of life to the banquet in the biggest restaurant in the city, which was really to boast about his new bronze statue.
I didn’t expect that a Buddhist monk passed by the restaurant and pointed to the bronze statue and laughed three times. "Shaolin came out with a piece of mud as light as a feather, and some people took it as a baby. Isn’t it rushing to put a red face on the yellow mud and hate the Buddha’s crotch for less goods?"
This is a vulgar remark. Master Wang was humiliated by him, but somehow he didn’t let the domestic servant nurse embrace him. Instead, he argued with the Buddhist monk and finally made a bet.
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